The Dark Lord's Seer

Games

** TW: The following chapter contains graphic descriptions of sexual coercion and lack of consent. DO NOT READ if you are not prepared to encounter such content. **

I passed the time staring into the crackling fire, lost in my thoughts. I considered snooping around, but to be honest I didn't really care to. Anything of real worth would be hidden, or curse me if I dared touch it. 

Finally, after about an hour, I heard the doors creak open. I didn't bother to lift my head, now resting on the back of the sofa, as I stared up at the ceiling. I just waited, and listened.

The sound of the double doors shutting and locking. A brief silence. Still I didn't move, didn't look. 

He'd come to me. 

I let my eyelids flutter closed, deciding to rely solely on my ears. The sound of his footsteps moving ever closer, first over the wooden floorboards and then the dulled but unmistakable treading across the carpet. 

Silence.

He'd come to a stop directly in front of me. Definitely staring down at me now. I continued waiting, breathing as calmly and normally as I could. I knew he was taking in the way my chest rose and fell, the slight tension around the corners of my shut eyes, the rigidness of my body. 

I strained to listen and caught the sound of him bending down to me. I stayed still as a statue. His lips found their way onto my neck, kissing me lightly as his hands gripped at my waist, guiding me upwards into a standing position. 

He pushed my body into his, and I sighed against him. I felt his hands slip around me and onto my exposed back, palms slowly pressing at my skin, questing up and down the length of my back. I let his lips find mine, let him kiss me, and I kissed him back, though I knew I shouldn't. And throughout it all, complete silence. 

But when his hands found their way onto the straps of my dress and began to slip them down and off my shoulders, I shook my head and whispered against his lips, "No, Tom." 

"Please?" 

"No." 

"Come on..." 

"No." 

Miraculously, his hands fell away, instead finding their way back to my hips, which he gripped tightly as he murmured softly into my ear, "Play a game with me, then." 

"What kind of game, Tom?" 

"Play to see." 

The edge was gone from his voice, though of course I didn't trust him. If anything, this side of him made me more distrustful.

"I'd rather go. Please just let me go." 

He held me there, not speaking for a few seconds. And then, "I won't hurt you. Not tonight. Not if you stay and play." 

"I..." 

"It won't go too far." 

I don't know why I agreed. Saying no should have been a no brainer. But Tom was seductive, and he'd gotten me worked up earlier, his relentless hand under the table. 

And maybe - just maybe - if I played into this, perhaps I could give myself an edge in manipulating him for a change. After all, he was quite transparent about desiring me. 

Perhaps this was a way for me to take back some power. Exploit him. 

I told myself this, but I also knew I was deceiving myself, an excuse to give in just a bit to the hunger I had for him. 

And so I whispered softly, "Alright." 

For a few seconds, nothing. I honestly think my ready agreement surprised him. But as always with Tom, he hid it well.